Six Feet Under

The sweetness of your fruits.
The passions of your words.
The greatness of you heart.
As you watch while I cry.

The color of your eyes.
The curve of your lips.
The great feel of your arms.
While you walk away from me.

The glitter of hope.
The spark of life.
The balance of love.
While I sit and rot.

From the leaves to the roots.
The decay upon the ground.
The wide open spaces.
All while I die.

Carving my way.
Falling into the ground.
Down further and further.
Six feet under.